Album Cover Outliars and Hyppocrates: a fun fact about apples

Outliars and Hyppocrates: a fun fact about apples

Will Wood

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Did you know that the hole in the apple didn′t come from the outside in?

It was eaten from the core and out to the skin

And that's why you′ll never find the worm in itBut a few bad ones won't spoil the eyes, if they fall far enough from the tree

The rind is all you see, leave Eden with my seeds in your stomach

Well, this disease is defined by its treatment, you people make me sick

Parlance of imbalanced, cambia's been challenged at best

AstraZeneca′s just theoretical

Prints of your fingers in the Rorschach jigsaw, say you saw a treasure map

Straight-jacket and tie, psychiatric supply, while we tragically try to fit into a trap, but

Who′d want to be human anyway? (Ay, ay, ay, ay)

Who pilots all these crude machines?

Why'd you come into this world or come out that way?

Like freaks of nurture, well, isn′t it funny?

(Well, not ha-ha funny, but y'know, funny)

′Cause I doubt that you would even if you could change

You think it makes you special, but it makes you strange

I doubt that you would even if you could change

The things that make you special are the things that make you strange

I am the shadows cast aside by gallows, and you the red-hot sky

And if you're believers, then why would you grieve for the dead

Instead of a devil that you never prayed for?

You become immune to my toxic fumes

My dose-dependent presence in your life

It′s all subjective, all due respect to the collective mind, but

Too weird to love, too scared to die (ay, ay, ay, ay), too alien to take you home

Horrified at the sight of my reflection in your eyes, I don't belong there

Well, it's your conclusions that make mine delusions, so I make you sane

You can thank me later

Well, I doubt that you would, even if you could change

You think it makes you special, but it makes you strange

I doubt that you would, even if you could change

The things that make you special are the things that make you strange

Who′d want to belong to anyone? (Ay, ay, ay, ay) I mean, what do people even do?

So, if you love me, let me let you go, my love (ay, ay, ay, ay), so I can be no one

When Chuang-Tzu awoke, he sat up almost choking

Spat out a butterfly and said, "Five more minutes, please?

You wouldn′t believe the dream I just had

I mean, you were there, and you were there

And you, and you, and you were there"

'Cause I doubt that you would, even if you could change

The things that make you special are what make you strange

I doubt that you would, even if you could change

The things that make you special are the same that make you

I doubt that you would even if you could change

You think it makes you special, but it makes you strange

I doubt that you would even if you could change

The things that make you special are the same that make you strange